Dark Bloody Sins

I watch the pillars crashing all
around your face
I see you start to disappear
into the altars cracks
Your blood mixed with tears,
your desperate screams
Your prayers for saints lost in
cathedral downpours
Your sins finally catching up to
you
Dragging you from angels arms
Ripping your tattered heart into
bloody fragments
Your chains shattering into
scalding shards of glass
Engulfing you in icy tendrils,
the flames ripping into your
chest
The cyanide in your veins
purging out your unholy
humanity

My poetry IS about my emotions. And anger is an emotion. Anger is unique to whoever feels it, and I personally find my writings are best when I feel strong emotions. Anger was not in fact the main emotion in writing this. But yes. It is in there.